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Chapter Two

 

At Ray’s I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. Mr. Hilton he had signed my book, who was he? He was light skinned, I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad; usually men are slimmer when I like them. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

Why had my body reacted the way it did to his very forward advances. Better yet why did he leave my body ablaze? Why was I even considering letting him have me or imagining all the things he might be capable off? This was too much. I had to see Jonathan or soon, get myself out of the mood he had left me in. Wait on Jonathan to make love to me so I wouldn’t think of this stranger. How abnormal am I? How could I let a stranger touch me... that’s it he didn’t even touch me. He looked, pulled my hair... Jonny never does that... I...  I... Like it... and needed relief.

I’d come home and tried aimlessly to pleasure myself, it had failed. I was on edge and had no way of release; Jonathan was still on the business trip to Westmoreland. I would jump him the minute he got through the doors. I had never been this horny or this sexually frustrated, not even after Jonny left on a one month trip; I had gone without but now, after what happened I can’t think straight I’m almost miserable.

Jonathan finally came home. Three days after the incident. He didn’t want to make love on the couch; he’d pulled me by both hands slowly to the bedroom. Killing the buzz I developed anticipating my plan to rape him like he was a catholic school boy losing his virginity to a tainted nun. Jonathan wasn’t exciting enough for me. Sigh... This wasn’t Mr. Hilton’s fault... A part of me knew all along that something was missing from my sex life. I’d tried almost everything with Jonny, we’d rein act porn we’d seen, countless of scenes, I even tried anal, and that wasn’t going to work for me at all. As much as he was hesitant in the beginning, he’d always done what I wanted and he couldn’t win there. He was too, soft for me.

Now that I’ve met this Mr. Hilton there’s so much I want to know about my sexuality. At first I was appalled at his boldness, conceited bastard with gold stuffed up his ass I had thought. Then, weeks passed and I couldn’t stop thinking about him, I’d dug up the Alice Walker poetry book I’d been reading to retrieve his number. After staring at his scribbled hand writing for half an hour I pulled my balls out and finally dialled it, I hung up when he answered. Stupidest thing I’d ever done. He had caller ID, fuck.

I’d let it ring and go to voice mail, when the answering machine played his message I froze. His voice had sound so large filling my tiny apartment. It was almost as if I could imagine his French vanilla coloured skin against the pale green walls of my living room. All of a sudden everything felt small. My cream coloured love seat looked like a child’s chair imagining him sitting there. I felt like such a little girl.

Holding my breath I listened to his voice as it captivated me and I felt like I was wrapped in his strong arms. “It’s been over a week, I hope you’d called sooner. I know it’s you, long legged Veronica,” I thought I must have been dreaming, how did he know it was me? Then again who else would have been so childish to call his personal phone and hang up as soon as he answered? How did he know my name? A million questions bombarded me at once, who was this man?

“I’ll be seeing you very soon though, I’m sure of it, you must be dying to fuck me by now.” What... the... fuck... I must have looked insane looking at the machine jaws in hand. How dare this cocky son of a bitch call my home and leave such a message, what if Jonny had been the one to listen to it. I was furious, I fought an internal battle to restrain myself from picking the mouth piece up and giving him a huge chunk of my mind and let him know that I had a man who I was quite capable of fucking, but, he wasn’t capable, I knew Mr. Hilton would be. Sighing I listened and ignored the moisture seeping into my underwear as he finished.

“... Tomorrow afternoon you will go to Raymar’s at 5:30 pm sharp, wear a short skirt preferably one pleated like the one you were wearing when we met, and no underwear. Be discreet in choosing your seat, do not sit at your usual spot and wear your hair in a ponytail, you have lovely hair but we don’t want it getting in the way. I’d prefer you sit in the corner closest to the rest room at the back; and Veronica... Don’t be late.” He hung up

Was that a warning? Why was he instructing me? What man asked for a date like that?

His voice was calm, expressionless, he’d sounded so, sexy. This feeling was new to me, what was happening to me? Shouldn’t I be furious at his audacity? The truth is I wasn’t. I was excited beyond belief. I’d called Becky the moment I deleted his message and told her I had finally called.

Becky was my lesbian best friend, we’d met working in the main library at UWC, she was paying her way through school, to help with her scholarship and I was working to rebel against my mother’s wishes to prove to her I could switch to literature and pay my way through college if she didn’t fund me if I left accounting. She’d won by default, I hadn’t left accounting but minored in literature, it would forever be my first love. Becky had been studying psychology and boarding. We’d remained friends after graduation, though we lived opposite lives we were still the best of friends, it was even easier to remain close friends when she moved in next door to me.

I hadn’t told her about my dark secret, just that I met a man who had excited me in a way Jonathan couldn’t. I’d told her about our sex life or lack thereof. She’d tried to convince me to take a ride on the gay train but I’d turned her down easily pretending I still thought she was joking.

“Just make sure to carry your pepper spray and some condoms your purse and have fun girl, we’re young we don’t need to tie ourselves down to this monogamy bullshit, live a little!” She’d said in her high pitched voice. Becky was never the faithful type I laughed to myself. I had a long shower and hurried to bed, I needed tomorrow to come much faster. When I crawled into bed beneath the covers, it was only just 9 o’clock.

Business shoved along swiftly by mid day in the firm Sophia was a charm to work with, I probably shouldn’t have been so edgy towards her through my frustration. I checked my watch maybe twelve hundred times. It seems time had learned how to manipulate the human mind. It dragged along like a limped dog on the highway. By the time work had ended I was flustered and nervous. I rushed home, took the quickest shower I had ever taken and got dressed. I was wearing, the exact same skirt.

Rushing through the streets of the town square it dawned on me. Why the hell was I rushing, I was never early for anything, much less a date, I kept men waiting. I’d know if they were worth it or not by whether they waited.

I got to Ray’s at 5:45; I decided to take a very long short cut just to ensure I wasn’t early. We’ll see how bad he wants me, I thought to myself.
But does he want you as much as you want him?
The little voice in the back of my head asked. I ignored it and shoved the door open as my stomach did a summersault to the door chimes, when I looked up and my eyes met his. I knew he was excited to see me, he had to be, he returned my call. Yet his face was pensive. Wearing a flat line on his lips, but as our eyes locked I knew it, he was glad I was there.

With my confidence and ego in the right place where they belong, I inwardly counted the twelve steps it took me to get to the table he was sitting at, closest to the restroom and utility closet. Strutting slowly but purposefully towards him, my ponytail in full swing, I approached him with my most innocent, but you know you want me smile. Before I could sit he spoke,

“You’re late, now I have to skip the pleasantries and get straight to what you came for,” he said holding up his palm that had indicated I stopped.

“I’m sorry but...” I had begun to figment an excuse but he cut me off mid way.

“I don’t care about your excuse Veronica, step closely to me and kiss me on the cheek.”

Was he serious? I did it anyways to get my first whiff of his Dun Hill Desire, yes; he definitely smelt all the sexy he looked. As my lips slowly grazed his cheek I felt his hand swiftly slid up my skirt and he pinched my clit.

“What the fuck!” I rarely swore aloud mostly in my head and during sex. My voice was barely a whisper, clutching my purse armed with my pepper spray, I stepped back. “Listen to me Mr. Hilton, I don’t know who you think you are or what kind of girl you think I am but I’m not that type of chick” I had said in my defence folding my arms over my chest to hide my erected nipples. He had only chuckled, and licked his finger slowly between his side swept grin.

“I didn’t ask you a question because I knew you would lie, you don’t have the first clue about what kind of “chick” you are as yet, but I’m going to show you, like I said I’m skipping the pleasantries, your late you lost that privilege anything you wanted to talk about you lost that as well, what you are going to do though, is go to the restroom and wash your hands and then go into the utility closet and kneel in the darkness. And Veronica before you ask me if I’m insane or ask yourself why in the world you would follow my instructions, the answer is simple...” he paused and I felt myself holding on to his every word, because I had no clue myself

“It’s the very same reason you aren’t wearing any underwear”

I don’t know when exactly I had become a Venus Fly Trap but having my mouth hanging open seemed to have become a new habit. His eyes glistened at my O shaped lips and the shock in my eyes. What was I embarrassed about? That he was right and I was ignoring the obvious? Or that I was walking towards the restroom as he instructed by now? I looked at myself in the mirror and I didn’t recognize the face looking back at me, I looked flustered hot and bothered. But still hot, I had to hand it to myself. Looking possibly as guilty as a cat burglar caught in the wire of his first break in; I looked around to see if anyone was watching me enter the utility closet; No one, they were either busy ordering or tucked into a chair nursing their coco or coffee reading the newspaper, a book or on their cell phone. Closing the door behind me I refused the urge to search for the light switch... I knelt as the tang of multiple detergents, bleaches, soaps and polishes flooded my nose. 

Veronica are you losing it?
That fucking voice was back again, damn it, I was trying to be adventurous! Why was my mind refusing to acknowledge that I wanted to be here, well not kneeling in the utility closet at Ray's but I wanted this adventure this fling I wanted to live a little. The same mind that wasn't pleased with Jonny, the same mind he bored... I put a mental block up against my subconscious and better judgment and waited.

No sooner had I won the battle with myself, the door slowly opened and he stepped inside. I felt like a child who only reached the knee of their father. This man was huge, long legs clad in denim and black boots that almost made him look edgy had it not been for his black blazer. Had it been replaced by a leather jacket he could have been riding with the hardest bikers of the century.  He said nothing. He rubbed my hair, smoothed out the end and wrapped his fist in it. Pulling my face up gently, he kissed me long and hard, longingly, when he was done my bottom lip throbbed and so did my pussy. Putting his lips to my ear he whispered. “Do you see the bulge these little hot lips gave me? Don’t speak nod” I nodded, “Good girl, this bulge is yours right now, you made this bulge it’s your responsibility. I hope you can fix it,” another nod. “Good girl,” he stooped… played with my wet pussy, rubbing between my folds with long slow strokes, I felt myself getting wetter and more aroused. I wanted dick, and badly. He got up and slowly rubbed my juices onto my lips, and slowly used his tongue to trace the trail his fingers had left. Then he sucked them not using his tongue again. By now I wanted to get up and bend over and have him fuck me. This man I don’t even know I wanted his cock shoved so far up my pussy that I’d feel it in my skull. But, maybe it was too soon.
Too soon?! Fuck that!
Getting up I hiked my skirt up, he never let go off my hair, only smiled at my braveness. I turned my back to him bracing the wall; I said nothing, neither did he.

He only smiled, then held my hair a little tighter and spun me around and forced me back to my knees.

“Listen Veronica, as hot as your pussy is, it’s not time, you can’t have this dick inside, not yet, however, I won’t starve you, you can pleasure me if you want me that badly, unzip my pants and take my dick out. Go ahead you’re a brave one, and you want this”

If I wasn’t so horny I would’ve been stark mad at his cockiness, but, I wanted his cock-iness I thought. Sighing I unzipped his zipper with my teeth, looking up at him the whole time. Rubbing my face against the bulge, kissing it through his pants, grazed it with my teeth. Then ever so slowly pulled it out. His dick was unending. It wasn’t too long normally long I thought, but it was thick, bulbous. The veins stood at attention running to an almost pink head. He looked deli-ci-ooo-so. “I’m disappointed,” he used his free hand to ease the rest of his dick out and my mouth dropped open yet again. The only thought that ran through my mind was,
holy fucking shit
he was huge. Thick long and beautiful, he could enter a dick universe competition and win gold. Ceasing the opportunity of my open mouth he dropped the head on my tongue. It was warm. Closing my lips around his shaft I knew my mouth would be tired soon.

Slowly I pushed my mouth down his shaft to mid way. That was all that I could manage, half of the dick. Letting it out I licked it from base to tip getting it as wet as possible. Then firmly grabbing it by the base, I began to work my skills on him, licking sucking and pumping his dick. “You can do better than that” he says, pinching my nose shut with his free hand and holding me by my hair and forcing his dick into my mouth and into my throat. Trying to breath I open my mouth wider, ignoring the choking noses he angles my head to accommodate himself then right before I think I’m about to die lets me go. Gasping I dive back him holding him with both hands pumping it in a circular motion and sucking on the head. One more deep throat, and my throat felt like it could handle his size. Bobbing my head up and down his shaft I listened to the stifled grunt in the back of his throat. Holding on to the leg of his jeans and sucking him like he was life itself. With courage I slowly eased his dick into my throat by myself, closing my eyes tightly and feeling him hold onto my head with both hands. I was sure he was about to start fucking my throat, when he eased it out.

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